Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.